Though she suffers from senile dementia,
Can’t think where she left her top denture,
She sleeps well at night,
Small things bring her delight,
And each day is a brand new adventure!
The staff of life
She preferred, when she could, to go nude…
In her speech and her actions quite lewd…
“Life is short!” she would say,
In her nice sluttish way,
“And a fuck’s as important as food!”
Arcadian interlude
The nymph fled from the goatish god, Pan,
His prick thick as the arm of a man,
But the randy old satyr,
Determined to mate her,
Grew harder, the harder she ran.
Sage advice
“Girl,” said Gran, “Choose a man who’s well hung,
And get plenty of sex, while you’re young.
When you’re old and decayed,
Then you’ll wish you’d been laid
More and better, and been less high-strung.
The plumber
“One who measures one’s depth is a plumber,”
She thought, feeling glummer and glummer.
“He’s plumbed me all day,
In his tradesman-like way,
In fact, day and night, most of the summer!”
The flagellant
Though she knew her desires were odd,
Sex and pain brought her closer to God.
She was often, thus, found,
Screaming, naked and bound,
“God, I’m coming! and “Don’t spare the rod!
New tricks
Ruth cried “George!” with a tear in her eye,
“It’s so big!” Then, more husky and sly,
“Though I’m old, I’m still game;
I’ll bend over my frame.
Hitch my dress up and give it a try!”
Offeratory
Though she sings in the church and loves Jesus,
Disrobing, she afterwards teases
The cock of the priest,
Which, when firm and uncreased,
She allows him to put where he pleases.
The secret vice
“She’s unrootable, mate,” my mate sighed.
“I gave up, although God knows I tried.
Hell, I got in the tip,
But her cunt’s got a grip
Like a vice! It hurt so much, I cried!”
The slippery slope
Naked, scared, she had nowhere to hide,
And yet hot and wet, trembling inside.
She lay down, bit her lip,
And she let in the tip.
Then she sort of, well, just let things slide!